This Swordsman is Too Steady

Further west in the northwest, there is a mountain range that traverses 3,000 miles.

The sudden roar of thunder broke the silence of this mountain range.

The few beasts in the mountain range raised their heads in awe of the thunder.

But before he could see the thunderclouds in the sky, a more intense roar sounded, and the sound was so loud that it almost shattered them alive.

The entire mountain range, the airtight mountain range, was cut into a huge crack by a rainbow light, forming a canyon that can be called a thin line of sky.

It seems like a divine sword descended from the sky, slicing one into two.

Originally in the same mountain range, but now separated by a line of sky canyons, the beasts were dazed and fearful, looked at each other, and then at the same time saw the "guy" who cut the mountain range.

An unusually thin guy.

Holding two swords, the electric snake in the left hand roams, and the demonic energy in the right arm is billowing, treacherous and powerful.

Another unusually burly and huge figure followed, and slammed into the sword-wielding man with unparalleled strength.

The sword-wielding man smiled slightly.

There is a sword across his chest, and a sword travels in the wind.

Swinging invisibly.

After continuous battles, Luo Qiantuo, who was already familiar with Lu Qingshan's routes, was not surprised. With just the right amount of blood whip, he slapped the incoming Fuyao, and at the same time, the heavy hammer fell, preventing Fuyao from rising again. At the same time, the Shura knife cut through the sky.

Lu Qingshan's expression did not change. At this moment, thunder and lightning swirled around Lie Quejian's body, causing thunder to travel all over the square inch.

Lie Que deceived himself and approached, and the Shura sword fell from the sky.

All are sharp-edged.

The sword and the blade formed a continuous loud noise, and the energy splashed around, smashing the boulders on the cliff and falling like a blade.

Luo Qiantuo narrowed his eyes, and the weapon that his four arms had turned into was one of them, and turned into a heart-breaking drill.

Heartbreaker, heartbreaker!

Luo Qian Tuo emptied a hand, and Lu Qing Shan did the same.

With the right hand to suppress the demon, the demonic energy rolled into layers of sword energy, like a tornado.

It was another head-to-head confrontation, and Lu Qingshan was like a kite with a broken string.

From the beginning to the end, King Shura occupied the advantage of overwhelming people by force in the situation of the lion fighting the rabbit.

When Lu Qingshan's figure flew out again, Luo Qiantuo, who was full of murderous intent, didn't have the slightest intention to play, and the four arms that had been turned into strange weapons returned to iron fists, split the world, and punched Lu Qingshan's chest with a punch.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

One after another sword light appeared, and a famous sword from the Sword Washing Pond appeared, and its spirituality bloomed. It stood in front of Lu Qingshan. Punch.

The jealous Shura King, then dressed in black armor and the strength of the gods and demons, kept punching forward, smashing the handles of those famous swords into pieces.

Just seeing Lu Qingshan's unchanging expression, Luo Qiantuo knew that this guy must have a plan.

It doesn't matter!

Luo Qiantuo, who firmly believed in defeating ten guilds with one force, did not believe that Lu Qingshan, who was at an absolute disadvantage and defended more and attacked less, could have such a deadly trick.

The sword network formed by thousands of swords seems to be crumbling and overwhelmed, but in fact it hides a secret edge.

Just when Luo Qiantuo smashed a wall of swords again, and was only a hundred meters away from Lu Qingshan, an unparalleled dazzling splendor swept up above his head.

Sword Washing Pool Famous Sword, Xijiangyue!

The air machine circulates in the world.

Luo Qiantuo, who had no time to dodge, tilted his head, and the flying sword Xi Jiangyue drew a bloodstain on his face.

Threatened by Xijiangyue, Luo Qiantuo's figure finally stagnated, but in that short period of time, he also changed his palm into a grasp, the tiger's mouth clamped on Xijiangyue's sword, his blood vessels burst, and the sound of the heavenly dragon was agitated, and Xijiangyue was swept away. Cut off alive.

Seizing the rare pause of King Shura, Lu Qingshan stood firm, spit out the old qi and changed his heart, and the mana in the body flowed again.

Luo Qiantuo wiped the blood on his face without hesitation, looked at the young man whose various methods seemed to have no end, and said coldly, "Continue."

From the beginning to the end, Luo Qiantuo was carefully counting the number of flying swords, and determined that Lu Qingshan should have nearly 30,000 swords in an endless stream, and there were seven famous swords that could be called a threat to him.

Of these seven famous swords, the unsheathing of each sword can bring him a moment of stagnation, but the price is the loss of the famous sword.

It just seems that such a loss is only a drop in the bucket for Lu Qingshan.

Is this the way of the Sword Sect? Luo Qiantuo asked, "Have you emptied your Sword Sect family?"

In his opinion, there is no doubt that these endless famous swords belong to Jianzong's family, and now they are being recklessly squandered by Lu Qingshan, the prodigal master.

Lu Qingshan shook his head sincerely, stopped looking, and then stood up straight, the famous sword of Xijianchi, Poppy, was freshly released, and pierced Luo Qiantuo's eyebrows.

Even though his heart is as cold as Luo Qiantuo, there are blue veins on his forehead at this moment.

With his five fingers hooked, he roared up to the sky, his four arms stretched out, he grabbed the poppy with his bare hands, and with all his strength, he directly broke it into four pieces. The price he paid was not enough for the four blood marks on his palm.

Beauty bows.

It's just that when Luo Qian Tuo finished all this, Lu Qing Shan had already raised his sword and fought again.

Luo Qiantuo looked blankly at the direction of Lu Qingshan's departure, a powerful breath released from his body, dust and gravel danced wildly, forming a tornado in the restless world.

Then the void where Luo Qian Tuo stood on his feet suddenly sank, forming two huge visible collapses, and then the power of heaven and earth rushed in and repaired, making this space collapsed and healed by Luo Qian Tuo's huge force.

With the terrifying anti-shock force brought by the healing of the space, Luo Qiantuo's body was ejected and disappeared into this world, leaving only a few echoes and falling gravel.

Luo Qiantuo left this world and started "running" in the direction of Lu Qingshan's departure.

His feet stomped heavily on the sky, each foot would cause a few inconspicuous cracks to appear in the space that should have been stable. Although it would heal in an instant under the power of the heaven and the earth itself, the heaven and earth still oscillated and emitted a dull sound. And the weird thumping sound.

Just like in heaven and earth, there are invisible giants beating the drums of war.

Heaven and earth are drums, and Luo Qiantuo's feet are drumsticks.

The frequency of his beating the drums is not high, but each strike is so powerful.

The king of the Asura tribe, possessing the power of three heavenly dragons, is unparalleled in the world.

When he turned this ultimate power into speed, it was difficult to describe in words.

Even with a 20,000 zhang lead, even the fastest escaping sword cultivator, even with the swaying bonus, in the face of this speed, it is still useless.

Luo Qian chased with his tail and gradually narrowed the distance, but every time the distance was less than 3,000 and the field of vision was within reach, a cluster of swords formed by thousands of swords would shoot in front of him.

Among the swords, sometimes there are real famous swords that can pose a threat to Luo Qiantuo, and sometimes there are none.

But Luo Qian Tuo didn't dare to try his luck, so he had to choose to parry every time.

The sand is full of wind, and there is no green in sight.

A figure swept low in the desert, as small as a mustard seed.

Lu Qingshan, who was shrouded in the sword domain, suddenly stopped, took a deep breath, and hesitated for a while.

Since they met Luo Qian the day before yesterday, after three days of fighting and retreating, the two have fought for thousands of miles. At the beginning, they occasionally saw some small tribes, but now they are completely deserted.

Another day passed, and Lu Qingshan's power of mountains and seas returned to a usable state for the third time.

Looking up, a black spot is rapidly expanding,

Lu Qingshan knew that it was Luo Qiantuo.

No more hesitation, the next moment, Lu Qingshan's palm shone with golden light, and then the golden light turned into lines, wandering dragons and snakes, and instantly outlined a pattern.

Dao patterns interweave with each other to form a Dao mark.

The power of mountains and seas.

Suddenly, the mad sand rolled up, and the scale became bigger and bigger.

A desert made of quicksand will not crack like the earth, but it will be rolled up.

Lu Qingshan created a huge sandstorm with Shanhaidao method.

The sandstorm completely drowned his figure.

Even in the barren desert, there is also a strong power of mountains and seas, which is not weaker than other regions.

The power of mountains and seas diverted from the desert terrain, and then like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, they merged into Lu Qingshan's body.

It was like a clear stream, which made his slightly dry meridians start to rush and recover again with strength.

The yellow sand rolls wildly, and the yellow is vast, and it is impossible to see the foreign objects at all.

Above the center of the sandstorm, there was a sudden wave of fluctuations, and the atmosphere of heaven and earth was chaotic.

As if a thunderstorm exploded, the rioting gravel fled everywhere.

Luo Qiantuo fell from the sky and hit the ground heavily, hitting Lu Qingshan in the center of the sandstorm.

Because of the continuous fighting, Luo Qiantuo's fighting spirit has reached the extreme, as if fire is burning in his eyes.

Taking advantage of Lu Qingshan's less than a breath of time to perform the Shanhai Dao method, King Shura resorted to the ultimate move - from the joke at the beginning to the current price comparison, Luo Qiantuo showed his pressure with his actions, showing that this The reason why World War I can drag on for so long is not because he is arrogant, but because Lu Qingshan is really hard to kill.

Falling like a mountain, falling like a sky.

Luo Qian Tuo came with a sure-kill potential.

Lu Qingshan twitched the corners of his mouth and said silently for the fourth time: "God's punishment!"

Thunder exploded.

The columns are missing, and the thunder light shines.

Flowing by.

In front of this indescribably brilliant lightning, Luo Qiantuo narrowed his eyes subconsciously, just like an ordinary person looking directly at the sun.

When Liu Hua swept out, Luo Qian dashed backwards and was shaken away again.

Fourth punishment.

When entering the abyss, Lie Que had a total of thirteen heavenly punishments. After going through the huge seven or nine heavenly tribulations in the Buddha King City, it was directly full, and the number of heavenly punishments increased to twenty.

Twenty heavenly punishments are Lu Qingshan's greatest and final confidence.

Every execution of divine punishment represents a death situation faced by Lu Qingshan.

In other words, if there was no divine punishment, Lu Qingshan would have died four times now.

Luo Qiantuo, who was repelled 20,000 meters for the fourth time, forcibly reversed the chaotic energy, one of his four arms slumped down, and shocking blood flowed from his nose.

Pain in the flesh was not taken as one thing by Luo Qiantuo.

He just stared at Lu Qingshan.

"I never thought that a practitioner who crossed the tribulation realm could delay in my hands for such a long time, but I still underestimated you."

Lu Qingshan did not speak.

If his various methods were not used to deal with King Shura, even an ordinary top-level Demon Venerable could be sure to kill him, but it was far from enough to kill Luo Qiantuo with secret techniques and divine punishment.

Everything he has done in the past three days seems to be just useless procrastination. After all, he cannot escape his final death.

but.

Is it really just pointless procrastination?

Above the endless huge lake, it stretches for thousands of miles, like a sea.

A stream was surging in the lake, and a giant shadow swept across the sky.

Fight, fight, fight again.

I don't know how many battlefields have been changed.

In the northwest, there are thousands of miles in depth, not only the wilderness, but also all kinds of terrains in the world.

What's more, it is barren, barren, sparsely populated, and hardly disturbed by outsiders.

There is no better battlefield than this.

With the help of Wangchuan's Zhenhai power, Lu Qingshan, who was walking on the bottom of the lake and had a rare geographical advantage, could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

By hiding at the bottom of the lake, Luo Qiantuo can no longer lock his position as easily as before.

He could only keep punching on the lake surface, hitting the lake with one punch, even with the resistance of the water, the majestic fist could still hit the bottom of the lake, and a pair of punches would shake Lu Qingshan alive. The gesture of dying at the bottom of the lake.

Of course, Lu Qingshan didn't just get beaten up. He was like an assassin hiding in the water. From time to time, he would seize Luo Qiantuo's ventilation and break through the water to launch a surprise attack.

The two walked along the lake, heading deeper into the northwest.

This battle has dragged on until now, and Luo Qiantuo has long since no longer expected to be able to make a move to determine his life and death.

Whether it is an endless stream of swords, or the inevitable punishment in the dead, all of them inevitably lead this battle to a tug of war.

After half a month of chasing and killing, the two sides fought for thousands of miles, ushering in an extremely rare thunderstorm.

Heavy rain poured down, dark clouds rolled, and thunderstorms rolled.

But this thunderstorm was extraordinarily different.

Not just Chunlei, but also Tianlei.

Lie Que's Difficulty Divine Ability has been brewing to this day, but whenever it is triggered, it is the Sea of ​​Thunder Tribulation.

For example now.

The thunder rolled away like a boulder in the clouds like black silk brocade.

Thunder roared, purple electricity intertwined, and there seemed to be countless immortals in the nine heavens.

Lightning thundered, and the sky seemed to blow a hole.

Hundreds of purple thunders crashed down, crashing straight to Luo Qiantuo.

Rao is Luo Qian's load speed is extremely fast, this thunder robbery is like a navigation, turning and turning back, lasing.

Luo Qian squatted slightly with his knees on his back, then stepped out with one foot, raised his four arms, and drew a circle, as if he started shaking Kunlun.

His body suddenly fell thousands of feet, but the purple thunder also shattered, just like the flowing water that spread out after the water tank burst, swimming on Luo Qiantuo's body.

The violent Sea of ​​Thunder Tribulation has attacked his powerful **** and demon body many times, but it has never left any injuries on him, but only cut off his hair.

The silver-white hair as thick as a python was scattered behind his burly and terrifying body like a mountain. With the cold black armor and the savage cyan face, he looked like a demon from a Buddhist scripture scroll.

Luo Qiantuo exhaled slowly.

The insignificant figure of Lu Qingshan in front of him was still as slippery as it was, and he was able to part with one touch and run thousands of miles away again.

But his breath was clearly weakening.

Since the battle, Luo Qiantuo has been expanding his chances of winning.

The snow at twilight is like falling into the eternal night, and the thick snow clouds cover the stars and moonlight in the sky.

In the northwest, it was pitch black.

The sword light that pierced the sky shone into a meteor, like a human being.

The battlefield has changed from a wilderness in the beginning to an extremely cold place today.

The snow is falling, and it is lonelier than fireworks.

The 20-day pursuit is finally coming to an end in this rare polar night.

twenty days.

Twenty times the power of mountains and seas.

Two hundred thousand swords.

Twenty days of punishment.

There are seven more breaks.

Lu Qingshan exhausted everything and went to the point where the mountains and rivers were exhausted, in exchange for this precious twenty days.

Looking at Lu Qingshan, who was already at the end of the game, Luo Qiantuo didn't have the slightest sense of triumph, and he only felt relieved that it was about to end.

Twenty days of high-intensity life-and-death chasing battle made him feel deeply tired.

Luo Qiantuo was wearing a cold black black armor, which remained motionless in the cold wind, engulfing all the night.

"You Lu Qingshan can be considered honorable even if you die." Luo Qiantuo said deeply.

For the past 20 days, Lu Qingshan, who has never given up and never wanted to meet the King of Hell, seems to have given up and struggled, no longer fleeing, and stopped.

Lie Que on his left hand has disappeared.

The purple-golden light of the Sword Region has disappeared.

Lu Qingshan, whose mana was exhausted, could no longer support the Dao Domain.

After 20 days of fierce battle, Lu Qingshan's blood had already soaked the front of his clothes, and then solidified, so that the clothes became heavy and stuck to his body without being blown by the cold wind.

Only his hair fluttered in the snow.

Lu Qingshan's hair was disheveled, and the imprint of a purple lotus flower between his eyebrows was like a candle in the wind, shining the last shimmer in the polar night.

He raised his head and looked at the night sky where the moonlight was hidden by the snow clouds, and then his eyes dropped, landing on Luo Qiantuo.

Lu Qingshan, who had been silent for twenty days, took the initiative to speak for the first time.

"How can there be no sword?"

Clang!

Zhenmo seemed to understand what was going to happen next, and responded with a long, sonorous moan.

Its sound is like a mountain stream and flowing water, and the sound is pleasant to the ear, and it is like the breeze blowing the moon, the clearer and clearer.

Then, Lu Qingshan asked again.

"How can there be no moon?"

(End of this chapter)