Lu Qingshan narrowed his eyes and sized up Sorcerer Raventip with a serious expression.
Because the power of intent realm consumed a lot of spirit power, he didn't rashly use his Slaughter Sword Intent apart from the first strike.
This resulted in the current situation. Although he was suppressing Sorcerer Raventip, he still hadn't dealt any fatal damage.
Finally, Sorcerer Raventip roared in anger.
Faced with Lu Qingshan's powerful attacks, even though he was a body cultivator and had reached phenomenal success in body refinement techniques, he still felt a tearing pain. He had to break this stalemate!
"Break!" Sorcerer Raventip roared.
An illusory ball of dark green flames shot out from his mouth and attacked Lu Qingshan's Dragon Sparrow Sword.
After using this technique, his face paled slightly. It was obvious that this ball of flame consumed a lot of spirit power.
Correspondingly, the more spirit power a spell consumed, the more powerful it would be.
Among the hundred arts of cultivation, using poison was only a low-level technique. Not only were there very few cultivators who practiced this, but their spells were also generally not very powerful.
The poisonous flame he spat out was the reason why witchcraft cultivators were often able to suppress cultivators of the same rank.
This poisonous flame was called the Flame of Ten Thousand Poisons. It was a growth spell. The more poisons that were refined, the more powerful the poisonous flame would be.
His Flame of Ten Thousand Poisons contained a total of three hundred and fifty-six types of poisons. One of them was even a taboo poison recorded in the Book of Poisons.
In addition, the Flame of Ten Thousand Poisons had another characteristic. It was extremely good at contaminating other people's spirit tools.
Sword cultivators and their natal swords were closely related. They almost lived and died together. This was something that everyone in the cultivation world knew.
As long as the spirit of this sword cultivator's natal sword was destroyed, wouldn't this sword cultivator become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered?
Sorcerer Raventip's calculations were very accurate.
However, before his smile disappeared, he realized that the sword cultivator opposite him wasn't the least bit surprised. In fact, the sword cultivator even sneered at him.
This caused all the hair on his body to stand on end. As if sensing a dangerous aura, he hurriedly retreated.
However, it was already too late.
The Dragon Sparrow Sword faced the oncoming Flame of Ten Thousand Poisons as if it didn't exist. It actually easily pierced through it.
Boom!
The Dragon Sparrow Sword was like a bolt of lightning as it flashed through the air, slashing down upon the black-tailed sorcerer's body again.
With a clanging sound, a large piece of Blacktip's scale armor was cut off, causing him great pain.
But what made him even more desperate was that Lu Qingshan appeared in front of him with a flash of green sword light.
That's right, in the instant that Black Tip unleashed his Flames of Myriad Poison, Lu Qingshan had also summoned the Green Wind Sword that Hidden Little Sword had given him, and he immediately followed closely behind the Dragon Sparrow Sword.
Lu Qingshan also used the Formless Sword Evasion to close in with the Green Wind Sword.
It was also at this moment that the Dragon Sparrow Sword returned to Lu Qingshan's hand.
Divine Ability: Dragon Breath!
Lu Qingshan's eyes were filled with killing intent.
Under the horrified gaze of the black-tailed sorcerer, the Dragon Sparrow Sword burst forth with a wave of flames several times more powerful than before.
Following a soul-piercing dragon's roar, a divine light erupted from the Dragon Sparrow Sword in Lu Qingshan's hand, and a dazzling golden light flashed from the inconspicuous grey dragon patterns.
The projection of a dragon soul appeared and attached itself to the sword, releasing invisible ripples along the trajectory of the sword.
Finally, the sword slashed open the black-tailed sorcerer's body and decapitated him. Blood rained down from the sky, but it was instantly incinerated into steam by the flames.
[Bird Cry]: Passive: This sword is immune to all fire and is immune to all fire-type attacks. In addition, its attacks are imbued with fire element damage.
The black-tailed sorcerer's target wasn't Lu Qingshan. Instead, it was the Dragon Sparrow Sword.
Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any problems with his train of thought.
However, the Flames of Myriad Poison was still a fire-type attack, so the Dragon Sparrow Sword, which was immune to all fire-type attacks, could naturally ignore the Flames of Myriad Poison.
As a result, the Flames of Myriad Poison became a useless attack.
In this kind of intense battle, one careless move could cause one to fall into an irrecoverable situation.
Not to mention, the black-tailed sorcerer had expended a large amount of spirit energy to execute a useless attack.
He naturally had to pay a heavy price for his misjudgment. However, Lu Qingshan's ability to seize opportunities far exceeded the black-tailed sorcerer's expectations.
In the end, the black-tailed sorcerer paid the price of … his life.
After killing the black-tailed sorcerer, Lu Qingshan coldly scanned the area in front of him. There were a few cultivators from the White Flower Snake Village who had just arrived.
The battle between him and the black-tailed sorcerer had created such a huge commotion that it was impossible for the cultivators from the other cave abodes to not react. They immediately rushed over to check on the situation.
Who would have thought that when they arrived, the first thing they saw was the black-tailed sorcerer's head being decapitated by a single sword strike?
This caused their courage to shatter.
Whoosh!
The Dragon Sparrow Sword circled in the air and once again pierced through the air, slashing toward those Foundation Establishment cultivators.
This caused these seven or eight Foundation Establishment cultivators to instantly fall into chaos. They used all sorts of techniques and fled in all directions. However, how could the escape techniques of Foundation Establishment cultivators be superior to the flying swords of sword cultivators?
This was the most terrifying aspect of sword cultivators. When facing cultivators from other sects, if they couldn't beat them, they might still have a chance to escape.
However, when facing sword cultivators, if they couldn't beat them, they wouldn't be able to escape in most cases!
Bloody light flashed one after another.
It didn't take long for these Foundation Establishment cultivators to all fall into pools of blood, dying on the spot.
"Lu Qingshan …" This was the first time the Western Rat King had seen Lu Qingshan's murderous intent. He was shocked beyond words.
"Yiyiyaya …" Mi Du, who had come out with the Western Rat King, let out a weak cry. One could feel its joy.
"Should we bring Mi Du back to Qingqiu now?" The Western Rat King was a bit worried. "Mi Du has injured its origin. Perhaps only Qingqiu Mountain Lord can heal Mi Du."
"Let's wait a little longer," Lu Qingshan said coldly. "We haven't finished settling everything yet."
Evil must be done thoroughly.
He hadn't killed those mortals who lured Mi Du back yet.
Perhaps in the eyes of cultivators, mortals were like ants and wouldn't be taken seriously. After dealing with the Black Tip Shaman, this matter would be over. However, Lu Qingshan wouldn't.
As long as someone committed evil, regardless of their status, he would treat them equally.
He wouldn't ignore their crimes just because they were of noble status, nor would he disdain to pursue their crimes just because their status was as low as an ant's.
Lu Qingshan walked up to the Black Tip Shaman's corpse and took off the storage ring on his finger. After scanning it with his divine sense, he had an idea.
"Come with me," Lu Qingshan said to the Western Rat King and Mi Du.
He jumped up and flew from the mountain peak to the huge square in the stronghold.
This was the gathering place of the White Flower Snake Village when it was a major festival.
A huge bell hung on a high platform in the middle of the square.
Lu Qingshan's hand flashed with spirit power. He waved his hand and hit the bell.
Clang –
Clang –
Clang –
The long and loud sound of the bell echoed throughout the stronghold.
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