Old Vulture flew with two of his subordinates.
When they were close to Huge Bear City.
"Boss, hold the saber and cross." A tall middle-aged male cultivator appeared.
He did not cover his head with a turban, so his bald scalp was exposed. He wore a Buddhist robe and had a beard all over his face.
It was the evil monk of the desert, Qi Luo.
As for the two subordinates that Old Vulture brought with him, they were also experts among the bandits.
'Nether Evil Saber' held the saber while 'Blood Soul' crossed.
They were both Nascent Soul Late-stage body cultivators.
From this, it could be seen that Sindhu had an extremely high status among the bandits.
His death had actually caused Old Vulture and three of the eight chiefs to rush over personally.
Old Vulture's voice was hoarse as he asked, "What's the situation with that sword cultivator now?"
"He entered Huge Bear City half a day ago and has yet to leave the city," Qi Luo reported respectfully. "Boss, what should we do now? Should we charge into the city and kill him on the spot? "
"That won't do." Old Vulture's eyes were dark as he shook his head and said to his three subordinates, "Although we don't fear the Huge Bear Tribe, we can't go overboard.
If we make a move in the city, the Nine Tribes won't tolerate us anymore. Continue to keep an eye on that sword cultivator. Once he leaves the city, we'll kill him immediately! "
"Yes, boss!" The three Nascent Soul stage bandits who had killed countless bandits did not dare to look directly into Old Vulture's dark eyes.
.....
Just as Old Man Vulture led his subordinates to a place a few kilometers away from Giant Bear City and hid, Lu Qingshan, who was inside Giant Bear City, walked out of a magical equipment shop called the Ten Thousand Treasure Pavilion.
This time, he had bought almost all the high-grade lightning-avoiding Magic Weapons that were on sale in Huge Bear City.
"I've more or less achieved the objective of this trip. It's been a long time. Given the speed of the bandits, they should be waiting nearby by now," Lu Qingshan mumbled.
It had been almost a day since he entered the city.
These bandits were all desperadoes with extraordinary cultivation bases and were familiar with the terrain of the desert. A day was enough for them to prepare everything.
Lu Qingshan's killing intent surged. Without further thought, he left the city.
Just as he left the city, a great cultivator from the Giant Bear Tribe whispered in the core area of Giant Bear City, "That sword cultivator left the city."
"Old Man Vulture should be waiting outside the city, right?"
"It should be so."
"Clan Leader, if this sword cultivator and Old Man Vulture were to fight, should we lend a hand? Perhaps, we might be able to seize the opportunity to kill Old Man Vulture …"
"Are you out of your mind? That Old Man Vulture is known as the number one person in Mogao. Only when the nine Clan Heads work together, they have the confidence to kill him.
This is just a Nascent Soul cultivator, and you want the Patriarch to take action? If Old Vulture offends our Giant Bear Tribe, can you bear the consequences?! "Someone scolded.
"Let's observe the situation first." The Giant Bear Tribe Leader's powerful voice sounded. "This sword cultivator is so fearless. Perhaps he really does have a trump card that can pose a threat to Elder Vulture.
If there's a chance to get rid of Old Man Vulture, I won't hesitate to take action and eradicate this scourge for the tribes of Mogao! "
"The Patriarch is righteous!" The cultivators of the Giant Bear Tribe shouted.
.....
Not long after Lu Qingshan left the city, three terrifying auras rose from the desert and rushed toward him. They quickly approached him, emitting wave after wave of sound.
Whoosh — Boom —
The sound came from afar and gradually turned into a roar, whistling like wind and thunder.
"The fish took the bait." Lu Qingshan's expression finally turned serious as he looked at the distant sky with a cold smile.
There was a strong pressure surging from there. In the sky, three figures surging with blood Qi appeared.
"That's some guts." Seeing that Lu Qingshan didn't even try to dodge or escape from the three of them, the Evil Monk of the Desert Qi Luo let out a loud roar and sent a huge palm down from the sky.
The palm print was blood-red.
But in the palm, there was a faint Sanskrit character flickering. It carried a heavy pressure, as if the power of the whole world was pressing down on Lu Qingshan.
Lu Qingshan's heart stirred. Peach blossoms flashed out from his body like lightning, surging to meet the blood-red palm print.
Boom —
The green sword light collided with the blood-red palm print falling from the sky.
In terms of size, the two were like an embroidery flower against a palm.
But it was this seemingly disparity that caused the blood-red palm print to tremble violently and then collapse into spiritual light that filled the sky.
'Desert Evil Monk' Qi Luo, 'Nether Evil Blade' Ju Dao, and 'Blood Soul' Du all appeared.
"You do have some skills." Qi Luo looked at Lu Qingshan with a bit of fear in his eyes.
"You can't do anything to me." Lu Qingshan looked at the three leaders of the desert bandits, his eyes flashing.
"What, Old Vulture's disciple was killed by me, but Old Vulture is not willing to come personally to avenge his disciple, and only sent the three of you to die?"
"Sword cultivator, you only blocked a casual blow of mine. Don't be too arrogant," Qi Luo shouted angrily, his eyes sinister. "To deal with a Nascent Soul stage cultivator like you, there is no need for Boss to personally take action. The three of us taking action is already thinking highly of you!"
To be able to establish such a large force of desert bandits out of thin air in the Mogao Desert, Old Vulture was indeed very cautious.
A thought flashed through Lu Qingshan's mind.
He knew in his heart that the reason Old Vulture did not appear was not that he really did not come. He reckoned that he was hiding in the dark, observing the situation.
After all, he was so open and aboveboard. Old Vulture, who was suspicious by nature, was afraid that this was a trap. He was deliberately luring him to appear so that he could surround and kill him. Therefore, he did not appear first and let his subordinates test the situation first.
As soon as Qi Luo finished speaking, he waved his palms and in an instant, seven blood-red palm prints shot out, blotting out the sky and whistling towards him, carrying with them a strong murderous aura and ferocious power.
A thought flashed through Lu Qingshan's mind, and the peach blossom spiraled and was about to shoot out again.
However, at this moment, he felt something and slightly pressed down on the restless flying sword.
Then, another huge palm print rose from the ground, and there was also a flickering Sanskrit character in the palm print.
The only difference was that this palm print was golden.
Behind this golden palm print was a little monk dressed in a light red kasaya.
Little Monk Jue Zhen.
After listening to Lu Qingshan's suggestion and following him to Giant Bear City, he really met this evil monk in the desert.
Therefore, the little monk did not hesitate and immediately helped Lu Qingshan.
With the palm print in front and the little monk behind, they rose into the air like King Kong.
One palm against seven palms.
Boom boom boom!
The golden palm print and the blood-red palm print collided, and the power seemed to be able to destroy heaven and earth.
The terrifying aftershocks flashed, forming a ring of light in the air that was a mixture of blood-red and golden.
The little monk Jue Zhen's golden palm print shot up like a hot knife through butter, breaking through the seven blood-red palm prints layer by layer, and finally blasted towards Qi Luo, whose expression had changed drastically.
Qi Luo hurriedly raised his palm to meet the attack. Sanskrit characters flickered, and the palm emitted a blood-red glow, like a nether claw.
The two palms collided.
Bam!
The little monk Jue Zhen did not move, but Qi Luo's arm spasmed and was almost deformed.
In the city, the cultivators of the Giant Bear Tribe who were watching the battle with their Divine Consciousness, as well as the cultivators of other tribes who were hiding in Giant Bear City, were watching with flickering eyes.
"Why is there another little monk?"
"This monk is not simple. He can break Qi Luo's arm with one palm!"
.....
Old Vulture, who was hiding in the dark and watching everything, could not help but frown the moment Jue Zhen appeared. "Could this be the sword cultivator's trump card …"
If that was all, it would not be much of a threat to him …
However, before the information was confirmed, Old Vulture did not want to act rashly. He was prepared to observe the situation and remain as still as a mountain.
As for the safety of his subordinates …
Why would he care about such things?
.....
"It's you …" Qi Luo looked at the serious Jue Zhen and muttered.
"I taught you the Great Mercy Seal that day, but I didn't expect you to cultivate the Great Blood Seal." The little monk Jue Zhen looked at Qi Luo and said slowly, "However, the Great Mercy Seal has lost its mercy, and its power is very weak."
"I've remembered the ability you taught me. I don't want to attack you, but don't force me," Qi Luo said to Jue Zhen, emphasizing every word.
"That day, I was soft-hearted, and caused a great disaster." The little monk Jue Zhen put his palms together and said solemnly, "This disaster started because of me, so naturally, I should end it with my own hands."
"Then don't blame me for being heartless!" Qi Luo said with a hoarse voice.
In this case, there was no point in talking any more nonsense!
With a loud rumble, Qi Luo's body seemed to be burning, countless black blood qi rose up, like an evil spirit, launching a powerful attack at Jue Zhen.
Bang!
He swung his fist and the blood seal appeared again, but there were countless black blood qi lingering around it.
These black blood qi were the evil technique he cultivated by collecting the essence and blood of the human race. It could contaminate all kinds of magical weapons and spells, and also had an unparalleled corrosive power. Combined with the originally strong and fierce Great Mercy Seal, it could be said to be strong with Yin.
The little monk Jue Zhen's face was solemn and dignified. With a shout, he displayed a Buddhist technique.
A dazzling rising sun appeared behind him, wrapping him in brilliant golden light, like a divine halo protecting him.
Chi chi chi — —
When the countless black blood qi came into contact with the golden light, it was like ice and snow coming into contact with an oven, instantly evaporating and disappearing.
The rising sun behind the little monk Jue Zhen shone brightly, incomparably holy, like a holy Buddha.
His hands were densely covered with Sanskrit characters, and in an instant a monstrous light burst out, striking at Qi Luo. Golden waves of qi spread out, extremely terrifying.
"Qi Luo, we're here to help you!" Netherworld Evil Blade Ju Dao and Blood Spirit Ze Du roared, making a move at the same time, hurriedly joining the battle.
A huge machete appeared in Ju Dao's hand, with resentful spirits roaming around.
Resentful Spirit Blade, a magical weapon of the evil path, was a terrifying magical weapon refined by chopping off the heads of innocent people and imprisoning their souls as resentful spirits.
As the blade slashed out, countless resentful spirits with sharp fangs and claws appeared.
And on Ze Du's side, a frightening Blood Spirit Dharma appeared behind him, merging into his body.
His body suddenly swelled, and terrifying blood lines emerged.
The three people fiercely besieged Jue Zhen.
Ju Dao slashed out again and again, the sound waves were like thunder, deafening.
Ze Du, on the other hand, transformed into a ferocious beast. His body was huge, and he had the power to wipe out an army. He punched out again and again, each punch carrying a fierce aura, enough to shake a mountain.
However, Jue Zhen, the little monk, relied on the protection of his Dharma Idol, and took all of them head-on. He was not at a disadvantage at all.
Buddhist techniques were originally so resilient. If one really wanted to find a flaw, there was only one obvious one, which was that they were not good at attacking and lacked explosive power.
Coincidentally, there was a sword cultivator on the field who was famous for his explosive power.
"These three seem to have forgotten who they're here for …" Lu Qingshan muttered.
In the next instant, with a thought, the Slaughter Sword Will and Nirvana Piercing Sword Will were added to the peach blossom at the same time.
With a whoosh, the peach blossom shot out.
'Using the peach blossom as a flying sword is far less powerful than the Dragon Sparrow. But even so, with the addition of the Sword Will, it's definitely enough to deal with these late-stage Nascent Soul body cultivators!' Lu Qingshan thought to himself.
When a sword cultivator reached the Nascent Soul stage, the power of the flying sword largely depended on the Sword Will attached to it.
Whether it was the Slaughter Sword Will or the Nirvana Piercing Sword Will, the increase in power of the flying sword was like a carrot to mutton, a perfect match!
Boom!
When the peach blossom shot up, its speed soared to 35 times the speed of sound.
The moment the flying sword exploded, the surrounding space seemed to rumble.
A dazzling sword-light shot towards the Nether Evil Blade, Ju Dao.
"What?" Feeling the terrifying momentum of the peach blossom, Ju Dao's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly swung his blade to block the flying sword.
Clang!
The sound of metal colliding exploded in the sky.
"No!" Ju Dao could not believe it and shouted in horror.
Because the flying sword was too powerful, although he tried his best to block it, the Resentful Spirit Blade in his hand trembled and fell out of his hand under the terrifying force.
"Block it!" Ju Dao's eyes were red, and his body flashed with light.
He was a body cultivator, how could he not block a flying sword!
That was what Ju Dao thought to himself.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a cold light flashed on the flying sword.
The Nirvana Piercing Sword Will that had been hidden in it suddenly exploded at this moment.
Then, the cold light that was more dazzling than the Buddhist light on Jue Zhen's body pierced through Ju Dao's abdomen with the flying sword.
The power was so great, and the killing intent was so fierce that even a Nascent Soul body cultivator was no match for it.
When the flying sword entered his body, Ju Dao's body trembled violently like a sieve.
After a breath, with a boom, Ju Dao's entire body exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and there was no more power to reverse the situation.
It turned out that when the peach blossom entered Ju Dao's body, it directly released countless Sword Qi, breaking his essence and shattering his Nascent Soul.
The Nether Evil Blade, Ju Dao, died!
Until now, Lu Qingshan had only attacked once. After a breath's time!
"Those are two Upper Wills?!" At this moment, all the cultivators who were secretly watching the battle were dumbfounded.
Lu Qingshan's sword created two Wills, and both Upper Wills.
What kind of terrifying thing was this?
If a cultivator could comprehend an Upper Wills, they would be overjoyed and use it to condense a Upper Dao Seed. At that time, even among Void Refinement realm cultivators, they would be considered strong.
However, the sword cultivator in front of them had actually comprehended two Upper Wills, and judging by their power, the realms of these two Wills were definitely not low.
What kind of power did such a realm have when combined with the flying sword?
"He must be a sword cultivator from the Sword Cleansing Pool!" Someone murmured.
Such a powerful sword cultivator could only be from a famous sect!
The spectating cultivators soon realized that their shock seemed to have come too early.
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